I'm a list maker. I always kept a daily calendar. I get this wonderful organizational trait from my dad. If the family is planning a campout or barbeque, we race to pull out our pocket calendars. We are the keepers of dates.
Somehow, I made it to the end of August 2010 without a calendar. After we got home from the trip in June I was writing down birthday parties and appointments on a piece of paper. Haircut, 1:30 Tuesday or return library books next Saturday. When my page filled up I got a new piece of paper and wrote 1-30 on individual lines and filled in the September events. Finally, I realized what I really needed was a calendar.
I went to my dad's department store to get one. "We usually get rid of them by March, Becky," he said. "Why do you need one now? What happened to yours?" At first, I couldn’t explain myself. I just don't have one. I'm here to buy one. "I guess I haven't needed one until now, Dad," I explained. I told him that on our trip I didn't really keep track of the days the same way. His eyes showed his disbelief. Well, there might be some calendars in the Back to School merchandise, we decided.
And I found one. It goes all the way to next July. Six months ago I didn’t even know what day it was. Now I guess I’m back on the schedule.
